Title: Still the Same

Theme: #18 "Say Aaaah!"

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins

Pairing: KingxDiane

Notes: RATED M FOLKS! Spoilers for Chapter 281. I really hope this doesn't disappoint anyone... I'm not really confident about it...

Disclaimer: I wouldn't want to own them at this point. There's no way I could make characters as amazing and perfect as these two if I did.

Still the Same:

Dedicated to My-Secret-Sketchpad

It wasn't the first time they had made love but she had grown accustomed to his body being shorter than her when she was human sized. Now his body was longer, his arms capable of encircling her, his head dipping down to kiss her instead of straining up. It was new yet essentially Harlequin and she was enjoying the opportunity to familiarize herself with his new form.

Diane gasped as the soft slide of his fingers over her thighs left a trail of fire in their wake. His body over hers, the infuriatingly teasing press of his chest against her breasts. She squirmed, her mouth going dry as she ran her hands over now broad shoulders. There was a telling flush on his cheeks, on a face narrower than the one she remembered, and the heat of his skin gave her the sense that the two had developed a feverish high in their embrace. He bent his head to gently and slowly pepper her face with kisses, working his way to the crook of her neck where she felt the scrape of teeth before he began to suck. Diane squealed.

She didn't want to admit it, wasn't sure if it would be considered a good or bad thing to say, but she was startled by how attracted she was to King's new form. Their previous liaisons had been pleasurable for certain but she had usually been the dominant one once they started, stronger and less awkward although they had both been admittedly inexperienced. Now she was growing insane with sensation, completely thrown off guard when he was the one to initiate contact, to push instead of shyly asking for consent. There was new strength in the way he held her body to his, her arms gently but firmly led to the place above her head and held there with a hand that radiated controlled power. Hot moisture pooled in the space between her thighs, the feeling so concentrated, so intense, that she couldn't help lightly bucking her hips.

King drew up to level her with a gaze that was the same and completely different. There was confidence and warmth in that look, making her bite her lips as she breathlessly begged, "Please..."

There was no outward sign that he heard her as he continued to study her. His wings gave a single lazy flap, drawing her attention to their majesty. They were so beautiful. She had thought him perfect before but now she realized that this King, this Harlequin, was complete. It was as if he had finally blossomed.

Gently he dropped his head, offering a soft but deep kiss, trying to put into it the love he felt for her. She responded with a small moan, her lips molding to his. He was so warm. His tongue slid along her own, tasting, exploring. Her thighs pressed against his sides and he let out a deep breath as his pants became painfully tight.

"D-Diane..." He ground out. For the first time since they had begun he sounded like his old self, uncertain, as if she would stop him after all they had been through. Diane arched her back with an impatient sound.

"King~! I need-!"

A palm over her lips stopped her and she looked up, her hands now free. His gaze was sad but loving, the copper gold reflecting the light from the fireflies that surrounded them. He removed his hand to lightly stroke her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Harlequin." He murmured. "Not...Not King. Not for you." He blushed and despite his appearance she was reminded so strongly then of the time that he had promised to always love her. Diane felt her heart swell as he implored her to please, "Just Harlequin from now on."

Diane shifted to eye him side-long, her lips pursed and swollen from kissing. "If I do that will you promise me something?"

Looking taken aback King's wings fluttered as he blinked for a moment before giving a single dazed nod.

Diane raised herself until she was completely flush against him, her hands locking behind his neck and their noses brushing as she whispered, "Don't hold back anymore."

At his wide-eyed look she smiled and winked, poking her tongue out playfully.

"Diane..." Through the blush that reached all the way to the tips of his ears King gave a small chuckle. "I promise."

Then there were no more words exchanged as Diane found herself crying out when King buried his head in her neck and his fingers traveled down to her slit and slid along her slick folds. Her response was as animated as ever, the sound of her voice in his ear only exciting him further. King teased her, fingers slippery as they glided along her womanhood, flicking the nub at the top, spreading the moisture that had collected there, her hips bucking against his touch. Breathing in quick pants, fingers grasping at something, any kind of handhold as she cried for more. King licked his way up her neck, testing the resistance of her cunt with a single finger before he inserted two fingers. Diane screamed in response.

Fingers thrusting, tongue sliding, and dick throbbing King assaulted Diane, taking her cries with a pride, wanting to take her to the reach of bliss. She gasped his name like a mantra, his true name, and he had to grit his teeth as the head of his manhood swelled. Her hips rocked in time with his hand, his fingers hitting the white-hot place inside of her that made spots fly across her vision and her mind blank.

There.

It was coming. That special place that only he could take her to. She was on the cusp of euphoria, grinding herself against his palm at a rapid pace as she impatiently reached for completion, her body sizzling with fire, her stomach in her throat as she was so close!

She shrieked in desperate fury as his fingers slipped out of her in a rush and she blindly forced herself up to hit him when she felt his grip on her arms and she was positioned over him, the head of his cock at her opening and meeting only a second's resistance before she was impaled upon him with an earth shattering scream.

Patience was thrown to the wind as she heaved herself up and dropped at a brisk pace, frantically seeking that place that she had just been on the verge of reaching. King's hands gripped her waist, lending his power as he helped her keep her speed. He threw his head back, cursing, groaning, pleading with her to keep moving. She was so wet and her insides were tight, clamping around him, her walls so hot they almost burned. Skin slapped against skin, sweat forming, her breasts bobbing and he was in another world.

She was getting close~

So close...!

She was coming, she wept out and King thrusted harder, nails digging into her pelvis as she came undone.

While Diane experienced orgasm, King continued moving, chest tightening as he watched her expression of utter bliss, her body shaking with the effort of their lovemaking. He moved.

Diane yelped as she found herself flipped onto her hands and knees. Her hair whipped as she tried to look over her shoulder to ask what when she felt herself pushed and King roughly penetrating her again.

Now she was at his mercy as he slammed into her from behind, their bodies moving in tandem, their voices mingling. This was a first for them. He had never taken her this way, never had she experienced such raw pleasure without facing him. It was different. It was new.

It was a turn on.

Diane let herself go, enjoying the charge of electric feeling that traveled over her as King continued his single-minded onslaught. Her head fell forward, the force of his movements nearly painful but hitting her so deep that she couldn't even manage to form a thought.

This was insanity. A dream. It had to be. She had never imagined it could be like this. Flames burned her insides, sticky sweat coating her body, nipples taut, the build up of euphoria. Her whole self was tuned to the point where they connected, everything centering there. She pushed against him, enjoying the way it made him respond with more force until she felt bruised and sore. So far gone that they couldn't even manage words, the air was filled with their labored breathing and the piercing smack of skin.

Before she knew it her ears were ringing, the world blinding white, her head thrown to the sky as she screamed, and King unloading himself into her womb with a yell.

Diane fell forward, almost weeping, her entire body past the point of exhaustion. King struggled to catch his breath from behind her, his hands slipping off her ass. He pulled out of her with a wet squelch and she winced. "M'sorry." He puffed. Swallowing thickly she nodded, mutely shuffling onto her side, head pillowed against her shoulder.

"Diane?" He reached out to touch her waist and she gave a start.

"S-sorry." She embarrassingly explained that her skin felt rather sensitive. King understood, spreading Chastiefol's pillow form with a wave of his hand and reaching out to embrace her. She turned into him and they fell back onto the softness of his sacred treasure, Diane molding herself into his side with a happy hum.

Slowly the world around them began to return. The sounds of leaves rustling. The simple feel of the wind on their exposed selves. The quiet glow of fireflies. A hazy-fog settled in Diane's mind and she struggled to speak.

"Your wings..."

King tilted his head to place his nose in her hair. "Hm?"

"They glow." She sleepily yawned.

"Ah..do they...?"

"Mm. It's so pretty. You're pretty."

King chuckled before lazily kissing her forehead. "Sleep my Diane. You're exhausted."

She nodded numbly, lips turned into a tiny smile before she sighed happily, cuddling into his side with a murmur of his true name.

King shut his eyes and softly promised to never leave her again.

~Owari~

People asked for smut. 'Lo and behold there was smut. XD Hope everyone enjoys! This chapter was made possible because of a special fan, My-secret-sketchpad on Tumblr who has been so loyal and kind to this fic that I find myself rereading their kind words to get inspired to finish. I have not given up and I never will because I achieved my dream of writing something that people actually seem to like and that means the world to me. My-secret-sketchpad, thank you for all of your kindness. I needed it.

WOW! Twenty-three down! Only seven more to go! Let's do it!